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Bhav Ajmeri Poem
My best friend walks beside my soul,
Not always seen, but always whole.
We talk in ways the world won’t hear,
In jokes and jabs and thoughts sincere.
We’re echoes in a common shell,
Two minds where one truth loves to dwell.
We share the heat of daily light,
And wrap each other through the night.
55 seconds still, no sound,
Yet louder peace is rarely found.
In silence, storms begin to slow,
We trade our highs, confess our low.
One day, the world will understand,
How friendship doesn’t need a hand.
Just rigorous, kind observation
A glance, a pause, a revelation.
I met him once not far, not wide,
But looking from the other side.
A mirror framed our secret blend
Myself, and still—my truest friend.
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Death arrives when sorrow takes flight,
Even the game shivers when played in fright.
A wound so strange, a pain so new,
I pledged my soul to the beloved’s view.
I longed for you, that was my claim,
Fulfilled at last—by your leaving’s flame.
For years a lone star graced my skies,
It hides away, yet returns through goodbyes.
What would it mean to have it all?
I lose my reason when things do fall.
Know the strength that silence keeps,
Restlessness grows when complaint speaks.
Cling to truth and let it stay,
The heart grows dim when joy decays.
O my companion, still your fire,
The world won’t burn from my desire.
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Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.
It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.
Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.
Love moves gently,
care bends like grass in wind,
affection lingers in corners
where no one thought to look.
And the hands--
they rise as sky,
they fold as umbrella,
they open as shelter.
One gesture,
a thousand meanings,
all carrying us
a little further away from hurt.
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I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.
The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.
In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.
Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.
You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.
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In the picture you seemed far more fair,
Only smiling, only there.
Must it always be adorned attire?
Just behold the soul is there.
Not every moment is a dear one near,
Yet in the silence, she stands there.
In love, I’ve become like Huzaifa at last,
She rules the heights, her throne is there.
Peace itself has turned away from me,
Now let it be death or her, there.
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The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.
His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.
Truth is no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.
I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and disgrace remain these eyes.
“Bhav” still stands humbled in the endless queue,
Whether love’s confession or death remain these eyes.
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On the road I try each guise,
Today I’ll meet them with new eyes.
Life has left me time to spare,
I bring some idleness to share.
Some may perish in this flame,
I live on gladly, all the same.
A boundless show, yet sweet refrain,
Their voice keeps singing out my name.
Are these feelings just in vain?
Still alone, to them I wend my way again.
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Bhav Ajmeri Poem
Tell me, when we meet with a smile,
Tell me of the fondness for love.
The taverns of the city have long vanished,
Tell me if you can bring wine to my lips.
Roses scattered on the paths you can gather,
Tell me if you can piece together the broken me.
Each moment has passed in trembling fear,
Tell me if you can become the final hope.
We usually move ahead without looking back,
Tell me if you can call me home again.
Even your presence feels like a punishment,
Tell me if I still live within you.
This mirror has already shattered,
Tell me if your eyes can still make sense of it.
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I feel intelligent about myself,
Counting choices, weighing my worth.
Yet bread I buy cannot still my hunger,
Nor wine I pour quench this thirst within.
I feel wise chasing fleeting echoes,
Investing in shadows that slip through hands.
I feel restless, though I name it strength,
I feel certain, yet wander in doubt.
God feels merciful, calling aloud,
Come, eat freely, without price or coin.
He feels patient, while my pride lingers,
Waiting to crown me with peace, not loss.
I feel heavy with thoughts of tomorrow,
My intelligence twists like tangled vines.
I feel strong but secretly hollow,
Hungry for words that never return void.
God feels higher His thoughts the heavens,
His ways the rain that wakens seeds.
He feels joy when deserts blossom,
He feels sure His covenant stands.
I feel distracted by noise of the market,
I feel weary of bargains that fade
I feel longing for rest unbroken,
Longing for rivers no drought can dry.
God feels love without condition,
He feels delight when I finally drink
He feels eternal the feast never ends
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On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock,
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left my hand to reach space
My head became a Crater by double pace
The stone lives in my head since then
He was first where the headache begin!
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